by Kenneth Clay
It’s hard to put into words where I’m at right now. The little poster of neon pyramids on my wall kind of swarms and swirls. Slowly, but surely, reality is breaking down. It’s like I’m just the tiniest drop in an infinite oceans. My ego is...
by Kenneth Clay
Depending on the article you read, psychologists will say that there are a certain number of types of loneliness. Whether it’s three, seven, or fifteen, there are different types of loneliness, which boil down to two main types. These are: 1. Existential...
by Kenneth Clay
When Cameron first saw my car, he mentioned going to Seligman, AZ and, “seeing what my car can do.” Seligman was a 120 miles away, and I had three-hundred miles. I also had ten-dollars for gas money. I called up Cameron and he answered rather quickly. “What’s...
by Kenneth Clay
It began five days ago. Josiah had called me up, saying that his babymama was gone for the week, and invited everyone to stay while she was gone. He ordered us all to bring alcohol, cigarettes, vapes, weed, and food. It was going to be a wild fucking week. I was at my...
